5th Aura | Text

[aurabble]

[Anonymous text.]

Weapons experts.

Kind of without a weapon right now and not even sure if I should get it out of the stupid rock.

[His poor family heirloom. Even if it's probably safer in there than in his hands.]

I'm looking to build my own. It's a tradition where I'm from. I'm also wondering what made you choose yours? If it works for you, there must be a reason.

[Maybe not one of the more hopeful reasons he would have believed in the past. He's done with that. But one that makes sense.]

Stay on topic.

[Private text to Weiss, not anonymous.]

My answer is yes.

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Private Text;

[pathosis]

Yeah, sleep hasn't been easy. Where do you want to do this?

Private Text;

[aurabble]

Garden Park should be pretty empty right now.

[And it would be be an open enough space easy to escape if either of them needed to. He'd mention a gym, but Nora works at one of them, and he doesn't know about any others.]

Private Text;

[pathosis]

Alright. I'm just going to stuff food in my face and I'll meet you in 5.

Private Text;

[aurabble]

[What are you planning to eat Blaine.]

Okay see you in a few.

--action??

[pathosis]

[ more like "who." he's not going to know until it kicks in.
but he'll be there on time. casually leaning on a bench or something. ]

action!

[aurabble]

[sup Blaine. Jaune isn't there in five. he's actually late. and wearing a dirty gray hoodie and looking unwashed. he glances around to take in his surroundings and forces himself to keep moving. he still keeps some distance between them. he doesn't know if he can do this.]

Uhm. Hi.

[no going back now.]

i'm late always

[pathosis]

[ blaine is looking pale but let's not get into that one. he's got an ease to his smile that everyone else that's been in their situation probably doesn't have still. just way too chill for the trauma to overcome. that and this brain he just had is some kind of chipper exercise addict. yikes. ]

Hey. You look like you want to flee already. You're already out of the house.

no i am

[aurabble]

[the paleness he can attribute to exhaustion, but the ease that blaine carries himself with is what puts jaune on guard. he wonders if maybe he's doing something wrong or maybe blaine's in that much shock. but if he wants to deal with things by not dealing with things he isn't going to say anything.]

House? [he does want to flee. he wants to find a place where he can disappear from everyone. talking to one person is hard enough. the park is open enough to where he could easily run.]

[pathosis]

I mean, you've made it this far. Might as well keeping going. Congratulate yourself after ten minutes. [ he closes most of the distance between them, holding out a closed butterfly knife to him ]

Here.

[aurabble]

Thanks for the peptalk. [blaine's moving toward him. okay calm down. jaune doesn't have a weapon he's so stupid he should have brought something.

he can only stare blankly at the butterfly knife before reality catches up and he takes it from him.]

So what are we doing?